1. |
Norther Blue Overture
01:14
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(instrumental)
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2. |
The Weatherman
02:06
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The Weatherman thinks it might rain today
So tie up all your ends
And put your odds away
Ahh-ahhh yeah
The Weatherman calls for light clouds today
So close up all your curtains
And ignore the gray
Ahh-ahhh yeah
But we have never seen him
We have only heard his voice
The Weatherman says the sun will shine today
So Norther Blue offers you
A place to stay
Ahh-ahhh yeah
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3. |
A Place To Go
03:37
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I had to believe in something
When I got something less
Living at home at 24
I stopped to self-assess
The man I could be, and who I was
When you were by my side
I've never believed in who I was
Intelligence aside
When you need a place to go
I'm ready to make a home
And children in overflow
A place in Norther Blue
Where no one stakes their claim
We'll charge it to the dust
And leave it for the rain
I had to believe in something more
When I got something less
Living alone and hunting for
Impressions to express
While everyone else has blue-eyed love
And somewhere to reside
I've never believed in who I was
But proper gents provide
If you need a place to go
I'm ready to make a home
For children to overthrow
A place in Norther Blue
Where no one fakes acclaim
A yard with ten-foot walls
The neighbors can't complain
'cause if I lost you to
A hand-drawn, ink-lined plane
Let's face it, Norther Blue
Could never be the same
A Place in Norther Blue
Where no one stakes their claim
We'll charge it to the dust
And leave it for the rain
I'll let you go...but please come home...
Our home sweet home...
A place in Norther Blue
Where no one fakes acclaim
A yard with ten-foot walls
The neighbors can't complain
'cause if I lost you to
A hand-drawn, ink-lined plane
Let's face it, Norther Blue
Could never be the same
It could never be the same...
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4. |
Changing (Move or Die)
03:12
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There are days when waking up is strange
Blood and ichor twisted up in vein
And due, my conscience hurts
Rue my pocketbook
Move, or die
Television, repetitious pains
Competition's got me by the reins
It skews my strongest words
Screw my jaundiced nerves
Move, or die
Take my longest shot
Feign my coldest front
And move, or die
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5. |
Nevermine
02:22
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Simple machine, burning up caffeine
Violently clean little figurine
A rhythm so sweet
The girl's got sugar beat
Mixing up my feet
She's good enough to eat
It just takes too much effort to survive
And everything eventually just dies
But she is spry
She is able
She is playful
Always tasteful
She is everything at once
But never mine
Cooling device, dialed up to ICE
Quietly surprised
Infinitely wise
She never says, "Goodbye,"
But it's implied
'cause good dogs never need to sleep outside
But I am here, on the table
I am wasteful and ungrateful
I could choke myself to death
Oh, never mind...
I'm ready for the ride, but I can't drive
So sit me in the back seat of your mind
'cause you are quick
You are fatal
You are absolutely graceful
You are always in your head
But never mine
Oh, never mine
Oh, never mind...
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6. |
Cool, But Never Dry
05:25
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Expel my breath like a train spouting steam
Sick to death of the wide open scene
Saccharine, my Saccharine
You're walking away from our dream
The knot was tied
Neck and neck, five to five
Dark my mind, how it glows in her light
Shadowing, for shadowing
In life, some are days, some are nights
Cool, but never dry
Blue fades into white
And each September, Amber waves her right
And left, my conscience strips away my pride
Heaven, be my guide
Peal the bells
Like a scab from a wound
A posted sign of the Times-Picayune
Rattling, I'm rattling
My dish ran away with the spoons
Who would wonder Why?
Wedged into my side
And each September, Amber waves her right
And left, my conscience strips away my pride
Heaven, send me eyes
Enough about the weather
The Man, or the state
A figment of psychosis
Or a real escape in the meadow
And, though we're not together
The manners have stayed
Like the pigment of the roses
On the real estate where we meddle
Be my skeptic eyes
Open one at a time
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7. |
Quiet and Afraid
03:42
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Quiet and afraid of going my own way
I can't believe the straight, narrow path I've made
Right from wrong
Love and squalor
A nod to my mother and father
Diet into shape
I'm stretching out my stay
I'm more than worth the weight
Of the words I've yet to say
I dreamed again
I had a daughter
Gaps filled in with all I taught her
Fairy tales and parlor games
The Presidents, and all their names
If I can't escape
The canyon where I was made
I'll settle into gait
Forget about my great, great Grandfather clock
Chiming away
A precedent to my present state
I dreamed again
I had a daughter
Gaps filled in
The one who taught her
Right from wrong
Love and squalor
A nod to my mother and father
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8. |
Small Request
02:26
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This summer, rain or snow
I'm making it my new goal
To see the value in my eyes
Like I've wanted to my whole life
And ooh, I'm late
It's not my worst mistake, by far
'cause who we are can wait
That's not a bad idea
I've got a small request
Undo the sheet bend in my chest
And wheel the bed to block the door
'cause I've had a few, but I want more
And ooh, it's late
It's not my worst mistake, by far
'cause who we are can wait
That's not a bad idea
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9. |
Maggie, I Went To Sleep
02:35
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You took me in
I went to pieces, Maggie
You've been a friend
I've been a fit of tears and gagging
And I resolve to take the bitter
But I remember something sweeter
In broken streaming
And once at home
I went to sleep, Maggie
And all night long
I dreamt of a rainy hanging
You pay attention robbed from Peter
As I conceive of something sweeter
I'm broken dreaming
Thinking "Da da, da da da da..."
In broken streaming
I dreamed again
I never caught her
'til much too late
Dissolved in water
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10. |
Norther Blue Theme
01:16
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(instrumental)
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11. |
Express
03:49
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This is the address that I write to when I'm not sure what I might do
If I don't release my thoughts
But then I sit here and I scribble, and exaggerate a little
Well, quite honestly, a lot
Can't express myself
I can't express myself right...
This is the place where I would go to when I felt like I was going to
Smash my head against a rock
But then I'd sit here and I'd wonder if I had a face like thunder
Well, quite frankly, I do not
Can't express myself
I can't express myself, right...
This is the park in Ringing Holler where my mother met my father
In the town where I was born
And I might be a little taller, I've been adequately watered
There's the calm, and here's the storm:
Farmers know their field of corn
Nurses know each baby born
Goldsmiths know their bracelets gold
I don't know which way to go
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12. |
Saccharine
03:48
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Step on the brakes, my heart
Push in and pull the wheel hard
My love, I could covet or part
But it's looking down so far
What could I learn from you,
Saccharine?
'cause I had a friend embark
A push and a pull, he dropped his
guard
My love, I am coming apart
I only stretch so far
What could I learn from you,
Saccharine?
'cause it's like a part of me has
opened up
And when all the aspartame is not
enough
Then this slight dichotomy has
more than won
It's coming out of me all at once
What could I learn from you,
Saccharine?
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Chris Lambert Orcutt, California
It's weird how you heard about me.
☯
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